Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 191 Sequel: The Far North

Chapter 191 Epilogue: The Far North

Rome, outskirts, the Hall of Greens.

The sun-drenched hall, with its gleaming marble floor, was filled with twelve elderly men dressed in white robes, who sat quietly in twelve chairs.

They remained motionless, like ancient sages sitting on the still water.

Hey, ancestors!

Until a beam of shimmering blue light shone down and landed on an empty chair. In the beam of light was a man wearing white swimming trunks, his chest and abdominal muscles clearly defined, with a clear blue sky behind him, in which colorful flags fluttered.

“I didn’t expect you to contact us first, Pompeii,” Alpha, the leader, said slowly.

Pompeii Gattuso, the current head of the Gattuso family.

This man, who sits with his legs crossed and has a nonchalant air about him, inherited immense power in the world of mixed-race people. He should have been creating his own history, but he only loved the dissolute life of fine wine and beautiful women, and even unhesitatingly handed over his power to Frost to exercise on his behalf.

"Haha, of course, of course, good morning, Anthony, good morning, Dirk Nowitzki..."

Pompeii greeted the twelve family elders in turn with a smile, from Decius to Verus, each name sounding like that of an ancient Roman emperor.

This move came as a great surprise to Alpha.

Not only Alpha, but the other elders also frantically expressed their doubts in the mental link.

In my memory, Pompeii was never such a polite fellow.

Most of the time, this man was so awful that you almost wanted to punch him.

"Alright, Pompeii, I'm very touched that you remember each of our names, but next time you can just use our code names. You can do the same in the future."

Alpha said expressionlessly, "It's not easy for us to recover once, so let's get straight to the point. Is there any significant progress?"

“Indeed… there has been progress.” Pompeii scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Is it related to the testing grounds in Japan?" Alpha remembered the hastily written report he saw when he woke up.

"Uh-huh."

"Just get to the point!" Alpha couldn't stand the guy's stammering anymore.

Having communicated with his companions through parallel consciousness for years, communicating with Pompeii in this inefficient way now felt like being in prison.

“Well, there were some problems at the test site in Japan,” Pompeii said.

"what?"

A look of surprise was visibly appearing on Alpha's face.

The other eleven elders, whose names were in Roman letters such as β, beta; γ, gamma; δ, delta; e, epsilon, etc., were equally astonished, their expressions as if they were cut from the same mold.

"The Holy Relics are lost?"

“Uh.” Pompeii visibly choked for a moment. “It’s not that bad. You all know the situation at the Divine Burial Site.”

Herzog is dead.

"..."

The silent elders turned their heads in unison and stared at Alpha.

I saw the elderly people having a heated discussion in parallel consciousness.

A strange, suppressed laugh flickered at the corner of Pompeii's mouth.

The scene before us was quite eerie.

But this was exactly what he had been hoping for; these sparse heads... were practically like sunflowers.

After a long while, the elders finally understood the meaning behind the message.

Herzog's death,
In some ways, it seems no less serious than losing the relics.

“It’s troublesome,” Alfaff said gravely.

"Yes, it's very troublesome."

Pompeii's expression finally became more undisguised, tinged with sarcasm. "But there's nothing we can do. The people you chose are bound to fail."

"..."

The old people's expressions turned sour.

Whether it was a misjudgment or Pompeii's gloating tone, it's hard to say...

Damn it!

It's like Herzog's death would be good for you!
But they restrained their anger; having dealt with Pompeii for so many years, they had learned to tolerate him.

“Logically, this shouldn’t have happened. Herzog is the perfect candidate; the family has bestowed so much upon him…”

Alpha suddenly remembered something and his tone became more serious, "Pompeii, could it be that you've been slacking off?"

"Hey! What do you take me for?" Pompeii said, disgruntled. "I tried my best, okay? If you're not good enough, don't blame the road for being uneven!"

The elders looked at Alpha again.
Is it possible... that this guy really is that kind of person?
"Forget it." Pompeii shrugged without a hint of shame. "There's no need to discuss what's already happened. To be honest, I never had a good feeling about your plan from the beginning. Was there really any need for this experiment? You talked so big all the time, but you didn't even have a little bit of confidence?"

"I did intend to listen to your opinions a few days ago, but it's such a hassle to get out of bed every time, and I can't count on you when something urgent happens!"

Pompeii muttered a curse, then suddenly a nonchalant smile appeared on his face.
"Hehe, sometimes I think, why don't I try filling the cold storage room where you're kept while you're lying in your hibernation pods with cement? You're just doing it for fun anyway, so it's better to give me some freedom, and Caesar will be free too. Then my son and I can do whatever we want..."

What do you think of this suggestion?

The old men were taken aback. These words didn't sound like a joke at all; they sounded more like a naked threat. But Pompeii was the kind of person who would make such jokes. Among all the previous heads of the family, he was such a crazy and uncontrollable oddball.

It's like, he clearly doesn't seem suitable to 'play' that role.
In reality, however, he has always played the role very well.

“Pompeii, my dear child, we are an ancient family, we inherit a great will, this is our shared responsibility. There is no need to say such spiteful things. You should understand all this long before you became the head of the family.”

After a long silence, Alpha decided to use a conciliatory approach, speaking in a gentle yet authoritative tone.
"The head of the Gattuso family is the master of this world. Apart from the black sovereign, there is no one else who can rival us."

“In the past, we sat in the same place as you; in the future, your place will be next to mine, and in the future, Caesar's place will be next to yours. We will become gods, we will be immortal, and we will share the glory of the world.”

"Hmph... A god lying in a hibernation pod, relying on others to clean up his mess?"

Pompeii was getting a little impatient.

"Alright, enough of this useless nonsense. I'm just here to inform you—it's me! I've cleaned up your mess!"

"If nothing unexpected happens, their attention will be drawn to Bondarev's identity next. While you're all lucid for a while, think carefully about whether you've left any evidence, and also about the aftermath of the Japanese test site!"

"In short, try your best to clean up your mess this time, so I don't have to work so hard again!"

Snapped!
The communication has ended.

In the real world, Pompeii leisurely stretched on Montalliv's private beach.

Countless delicate hands were touching his entire body, or perhaps applying sunscreen to him.

In the eyes of a group of girls of various skin colors

Their mutual boyfriend had only taken a short nap.

"My darlings, I have a question for you."

Pompeii smiled and opened his eyes.
Do you think a real emperor would share power with others?

……

A laboratory deep in the mountains of Hokkaido.

Everyone stared in disbelief as Lu Mingfei fabricated a story.

The story goes that Odin's consciousness descended upon this place, using the Word of Power, to overwrite Herzog's memories, all to conceal the true clues...

This story is a bit too abstract!

Even Keigo Higashino might not be able to come up with such a passage in just a few minutes.

But setting aside the process of gathering clues and making arguments, let's just talk about the result...

It seems that Lu Mingfei's story makes perfect sense.
After all, Lu Mingfei had put forward an assumption from the beginning.
The mysterious Bondarev comes from the Holy Palace Medical Society, or he may be one of Odin's aliases!
numb!

Is it really possible to think about problems in this way?
Although we often say to 'make bold assumptions and carefully prove them'... isn't this assumption a bit too bold?
The members of the Snake Clan, in particular, were completely dumbfounded.

Lu Mingfei has just explained to them the true purpose of this trip to Japan.

Sorry, this wasn't directed at you.

We actually came to Japan based on clues about the Chen family's Dead Servants' technology, intending to follow the trail to find traces left by Odin and the Holy Palace Medical Association.

And this went very smoothly. At the Elysium and Genji Heavy Industries, Lu Mingfei not only found the Deadpool technology, but also went further and found the Shadow Warrior technology that had appeared on the head of the Chen family.
This undoubtedly confirms the close connection between Herzog and the Holy Palace Medical Society.

But now, we've finally found the ultimate source...

All the evidence suggests that Herzog's seemingly magical technologies were actually developed through his own closed-door research, and that the person who inspired him was just an unknown nobody?

This is ridiculous!
Lu Mingfei, of course, refused to buy into that.

has a problem!
There is definitely a problem!
However, the others did not have Lu Mingfei's insightful perspective that went straight to the source, nor did they have the clues and inspiration provided by the [Deep Intelligence Extraction Permission], and they didn't even quite understand the core of the Shadow Warrior technique.

Even though Lu Mingfei tried his best to guide them patiently, it still felt...

That's a bit...uncommon.

"Junior brother...so according to your opinion, in which direction should we continue the investigation?" Chu Zihang asked hesitantly.

"Anywhere, like the far north."

Lu Mingfei casually mentioned a somewhat unfamiliar name.

"The far north?" Chu Zihang's brows furrowed slightly. Yuan Zhisheng's brows also furrowed slightly; this young master of the Snake Clan was eager to find the person hiding behind Herzog.

Everyone looked puzzled.

"What I mean is, don't be misled by Bondarev's identity; we should focus our energy on Herzog first."

Lu Mingfei picked up the notebook and shook it.

“The far north is one aspect, there’s also Project Delta, the Migdal Bavel Institute… My suggestion is to delve deeper into Herzog’s past and screen the organizations he has come into contact with.”

"This……"

Anyone with eyes can see that

Implementing Lu Mingfei's idea would be far more difficult than finding Bondarev.

Based on the descriptions in the three resumes, Herzog spent most of his later life in Siberia and Japan, while his earlier experiences can be traced back to Europe in the early 20th century, and much of the information has been lost in the war.

Both routes lead to the Holy Palace Medical Association, but his plan sounds like he's taking a roundabout approach.

Especially in the far north, the Delta Project, the Migdal Bavel Research Institute...

It only appeared on Zero's resume.

Even when tortured to the point of near death, Herzog did not reveal these past experiences, probably because they were truly insignificant...

Kogure Sakurai asked Zero curiously, "What did Herzog's memories say about these organizations?"

Zero explained, “According to Herzog’s memory, the far north was a mystical organization he joined in his early years, but it was mostly a bunch of charlatans with no real skills. The mysticism was just a tool he used to swindle women and get funding for his experiments. He left the organization long after he achieved his goal.”

In fact, if it weren't for the pursuit of rigor and completeness, Zero would never have intended to write this information down on paper.

Lu Mingfei added, "Words of Power: The World of Words."

Everyone was speechless.

Okay, we've come full circle again.

Although there is no evidence that Herzog was influenced by 'Word of Power'.

It is even unknown whether anyone in the world today still possesses this legendary power of words.

But if Herzog's memories have indeed been overwritten, then the credibility of the information gleaned from his mind would naturally be greatly reduced.

Of course, Zero unconditionally trusts Lu Mingfei's judgment.

“We’ll investigate this later,” she said, referring to using the foundation’s resources.

Besides her, there was another person who completely trusted Lu Mingfei.

"I can ask Norma now."

Chu Zihang had already taken out his phone and photographed the mysterious patterns on the machine in front of him.

Lu Mingfei did not stop them. These things, which could most likely be called 'Runic runes', were indeed a bit strange, but they seemed to be missing something. He could not sense any spirituality in these patterns.

Old Tang was staring intently with his bull-like eyes, trying to catch the fleeting glimpse of inspiration he had just witnessed.

It's a good thing that Mai Shude wasn't here, otherwise she would probably be trying not to laugh.

Chu Zihang quickly received the results.

“I found information about the far north. It’s a mysterious organization that was famous in the 1930s. The founder’s title was ‘Maria of the Stars’.”

"She claims that there is an unknown land within the Arctic Circle, where the ancient intelligent race, the Hibernians, created a super civilization far surpassing our own. She claims that we are all descendants of the Hibernians, born noble, and that we will return to Hibern along long-lost routes to lead Earth's civilization into a new era."

"The Arctic Circle? Unknown land?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized something...

Chu Zihang continued, "Maria of the Stars' theories were very popular among the high-ranking officials of the Third Reich. They aligned with the idea that Aryan blood was superior. She was also revered as the 'Holy Woman of the Reich.' A few months before the end of the war, Maria of the Stars suddenly left Berlin and then lived in hiding in Argentina under an assumed name."

"Until the end of the last century, this once prominent figure left Argentina and chartered the icebreaker YAMAL from Russia, sailing on the icy sea year-round."

Sure enough, what Herzog was searching for was nowhere to be found in the Secret Service's intelligence network.

The obliterated Hyberil, the forgotten Arctic land, the gate to the kingdom of God.

Half a century later, that mysterious woman is still searching for these elusive things.

But even in Norma's database, there were no further clues or relevant information.

"It does sound like just an ordinary, mysterious organization."

Master Yue stroked his chin.

"Forehead……"

Lu Mingfei declined to comment on this at the moment.

This time, there really wasn't enough clue.
But his intuition told him that anything involving the Arctic was unlikely to be good.

A fellow inmate had mentioned this to him rather casually a long time ago.

But that's the Arctic... a vast area with ocean as its main body, covering a total area of about 2100 million square kilometers. It seems too difficult to pinpoint something within such a large area.

"The YAMAL is a large nuclear-powered icebreaker with 11 decks. Resupplying ships of this size is a major problem, which will make the search much clearer."

"And the Migdal Bavel Research Institute, if I'm not mistaken... cough cough, Master Yue, the sperm you donated before might have been taken by this institute. It's only a matter of time before they find out."

"Project Delta, according to the notebook records, should be related to the former Soviet Union. Zero should have some connections..."

The expressions on everyone's faces were varied.

Some felt awkward, while others felt relaxed.

When a complex problem is broken down, it seems to become less difficult.

"Of course, if it's convenient, Bondarev can also do some research, just to make a show of it."

Lu Mingfei suddenly added,

"But before that, let's organize Herzog's legacy, especially these documents and archives."

"Herzog gave some addresses and warehouses before he died? You're in charge."

"Ah."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded.

"Ah."

Yuan Zhinv nodded in agreement.

His expression, however, carried a strange and unnatural quality.

Herzog is dead, and Tachibana Masamune and the King, who once led both the underworld and the legitimate world of Japan, are no more.

The misunderstanding between the brothers was cleared up, and they regained their freedom.

This should have been a happy ending for everyone.

But are things in this world really that simple?

The Snake-Headed Eight Families still exist, as do the Demon Clan... How should we account for the sins committed by Kazama Ruri? And how should we resolve the relationship between the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Demon Clan?
When everything settles down...

How will Genjiro, this champion of justice, make his judgment?

However, these things have little to do with Lu Mingfei.

He was only concerned with Herzog's hidden Deadpool breeding base.

Now, we can finally stop worrying about alerting the enemy.

now.

Lines of text flowed rapidly before Lu Mingfei's eyes.

He made a huge purchase in Herzog's stronghold.

Apart from research materials and wealth, Herzog's true legacy seems to have been erased.

But the person who erased it also left a trace.

……

The consciousness segmentation method is implemented based on ****, and its effect is ****.

……